Friday Blahs

Depakote is still weirding me out. I've been having stomach problems (mainly serious heartburn); headaches - it's especially fun when it feels like I'm being stabbed in the eyes; tremor (kind of like the Albuterol jitters); tiredness; foot and leg cramps; and of course, the previously mentioned hair loss.


I just feel funky and grumpy and weird. And I wish that I didn't feel this way. :-/


Although, I do have a semi-happy thought, courtesy of Lewis Black:
"After 9/11, I'd think that gay marriage is on page six of things to be worried about, right beneath 'Are we eating too much garlic as an American people?'"

I don't sleep, I dream

I miss having sex dreams about future ex-husbands. Instead, I have insurance dreams about them.

Yeah. I had a friggin' dream where I discussed insurance with Steven Page, of all people!! Actually, in the dream, he called me to ask about whether or not he should list a Burberry trench coat (??) on his policy - and I almost had a small-time freak-out over taking his phone number to call him back, afraid that I'd slip out of Insurance Professional^TM mode, and right into Fangirl^TM mode.

Well, in the dream, I remained professional, got the information, and called Steve back. Of course, right after I heard "Hello, this is Steven" in my ear, and almost swooning ... then trying to run across a busy intersection for whatever reason, I woke up.


{For the record, designer clothes *cannot* be listed on an insurance policy. Your jewelry, art work, sterling silverware, musical instruments and computers, on the other hand ... those can be listed on the policy. This is how FUBARed my mind can get sometimes.}